“I am laying in the ground. I am in my mid fourties. I am a frequent prison escapee. I am alive, but how? Maybe a delayed resuscitation, but it can’t have taken that long. I have miraculously escaped from my coffin and I’m back out on the town. I think about killing the man who put me in prison this time. I decide start to go back to my old tactics. Pose as a friar and kill people who are trying to repent for their sins.

“I fail all of the attempts because not all of my motor functions have come back, most likely. I decide to go into hiding until the nerve damage heals itself. Judging by my age, it won’t entirely heal any time soon. I have several lacerations in the abdomen, I was wearing a British military belt, so the stabbing wasn’t apparent until I removed it. But who could have stabbed me?”

“I don’t know, who could have?” A man leaps in from the corner of the room and stabs the mortician several times until he meets satan. “What fun that was, becoming the killer. Fun tactics, too bad it was your last. Goodbye Dr. Johnston.”